FIC: Morning Glory (1/1)
Title: Morning Glory
Author: Cassie badfalcon
Fandom: RPS
Categories: Steve Carlson/Riley Smith, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, hair braiding and encouragement.
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson and Riley Smith are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Steve is in the shower when Riley walks into the bathroom; one hand braced against the tiles… the other fisted around his cock…
Steve is in the shower when Riley walks into the bathroom; one hand braced against the tiles, forehead resting against it, the other fisted around his cock, working it steadily. His eyes are squeezed closed against the water, his breath coming in short pants.
Riley moans at the sight, hardening instantly and does the only thing he can in such a situation; he slips between Steve and the wall, drops to his knees, gasps as the cool water hits his back, knocks Steve’s hand away and replaces it with his mouth.
Steve’s eyes snap open and meet Riley’s, his mouth falling open in a wordless cry. His hand cups the back of Riley’s head, fingers running through the short hair.
The corners of Riley’s lips curl into a smile up at Steve’s reaction, his fingers grazing lightly over his inner thighs and balls, one hand firmly holding the base of his cock, sucking gently on the head. Steve’s moans encourage Riley and he shifts on his knees, spreading his legs to accommodate his own growing erection, licking the head of Steve’s cock, tongue flickering over and over, lapping at the pre-come; Steve’s cock hardening further in his hand. He continues until Steve’s moaning, fingers tightening in his hair then goes back to sucking, tongue pressed up against the underside, cheeks hollowed, head bobbing as he takes more and more of Steve's cock in with every stroke until his nose is pressed against Steve's groin and fingers dancing teasingly over his balls. He hums softly and Steve swears and throws his head back, fingers fisting tightly, painfully, in his hair as his hips piston forward, his cock hitting the back of Riley’s throat.
Riley gags and pulls back, choking and gasping for breath, his eyes watering. His hands drop to his knees, chest heaving as he calms himself down, running the back of one hand over his mouth.
Steve swears and drops to the ground in front of him, hands gently cupping his face, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones, concerned look in his eye. He opens his mouth to speak, to apologise, but Riley kisses the words away before he can; fingers curling back around Steve’s cock and dropping his head back down to take the head in his mouth so that all that comes from Steve’s lips is a strangled moan of Riley’s name.
Riley glances up and meets Steve’s eyes, pulling back to grin at him before taking him all the way in again; lips, tongue and fingers teasing Steve’s cock and balls until Steve is panting and pleading, hips jerking and stuttering as he begs Riley to make him come. Riley grins again, moans around Steve’s cock and presses the heel of his hand against his own cock, but he obliges. His touches turn from teasing to determined; stroking the base of Steve’s cock firmly, tongue lapping the length before his lips close around the head, licking and sucking until Steve’s clutching at him, bucking and coming with a low groan.
Steve watches from under hooded eyes as Riley swallows convulsively, lapping every drop of come until it’s just too much, too sensitive and he has to pull back; sated look on his face as his fingers run over Riley’s lips, wiping them clean.
Riley grins again, his eyes dilated and lustful as he grabs Steve’s wrist and pulls his hand to his mouth, tongue swiping over his fingers, licking the come from them. “You taste so fucking good,” Riley tells him, voice husky and low.
A tremor runs through Steve and his cock twitches. He moans and lunges forward, pushing Riley backwards, pressing him awkwardly against the wall, legs splayed, as he kisses him, all but devouring his mouth.
Riley whimpers, his head falling back against the wall, his eyes closed and his adams apple bobbing as Steve kisses, licks, bites and nuzzles his throat, marking him before continuing to kiss him hard, tongue and teeth dominating.
Steve’s hand curls tightly around Riley’s cock and he jerks him off roughly, one hand on his hip pressing him back against the wall. Riley whimpers into the kiss, his hands clutching desperately at Steve but there’s nothing he can do but come, body trembling under Steve.
He slumps back down, breathing heavily and pulls Steve with him, on top of him, arms twining around him, tongue parting his lips, kissing him as he shudders from the aftershocks.
“Now that’s a good way to start the day,” Steve chuckles when they pull apart.
“It’ll get better.” Riley sighs and pushes Steve back slightly. He struggles to his feet, grabs Steve’s hand and pulls him to his feet. “But right now, I gotta shower. I gotta be at the studio by 10, and I’m gonna be late,” he apologises then kisses Steve again before pushing him out of the shower. “Later,” he promises with a wink.
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie badfalcon
Fandom: RPS
Categories: Steve Carlson/Riley Smith, PWP
Rating: NC-17
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna, as ever, for the beta, handholding, hair braiding and encouragement.
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson and Riley Smith are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: Steve is in the shower when Riley walks into the bathroom; one hand braced against the tiles… the other fisted around his cock…
Steve is in the shower when Riley walks into the bathroom; one hand braced against the tiles, forehead resting against it, the other fisted around his cock, working it steadily. His eyes are squeezed closed against the water, his breath coming in short pants.
Riley moans at the sight, hardening instantly and does the only thing he can in such a situation; he slips between Steve and the wall, drops to his knees, gasps as the cool water hits his back, knocks Steve’s hand away and replaces it with his mouth.
Steve’s eyes snap open and meet Riley’s, his mouth falling open in a wordless cry. His hand cups the back of Riley’s head, fingers running through the short hair.
The corners of Riley’s lips curl into a smile up at Steve’s reaction, his fingers grazing lightly over his inner thighs and balls, one hand firmly holding the base of his cock, sucking gently on the head. Steve’s moans encourage Riley and he shifts on his knees, spreading his legs to accommodate his own growing erection, licking the head of Steve’s cock, tongue flickering over and over, lapping at the pre-come; Steve’s cock hardening further in his hand. He continues until Steve’s moaning, fingers tightening in his hair then goes back to sucking, tongue pressed up against the underside, cheeks hollowed, head bobbing as he takes more and more of Steve's cock in with every stroke until his nose is pressed against Steve's groin and fingers dancing teasingly over his balls. He hums softly and Steve swears and throws his head back, fingers fisting tightly, painfully, in his hair as his hips piston forward, his cock hitting the back of Riley’s throat.
Riley gags and pulls back, choking and gasping for breath, his eyes watering. His hands drop to his knees, chest heaving as he calms himself down, running the back of one hand over his mouth.
Steve swears and drops to the ground in front of him, hands gently cupping his face, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones, concerned look in his eye. He opens his mouth to speak, to apologise, but Riley kisses the words away before he can; fingers curling back around Steve’s cock and dropping his head back down to take the head in his mouth so that all that comes from Steve’s lips is a strangled moan of Riley’s name.
Riley glances up and meets Steve’s eyes, pulling back to grin at him before taking him all the way in again; lips, tongue and fingers teasing Steve’s cock and balls until Steve is panting and pleading, hips jerking and stuttering as he begs Riley to make him come. Riley grins again, moans around Steve’s cock and presses the heel of his hand against his own cock, but he obliges. His touches turn from teasing to determined; stroking the base of Steve’s cock firmly, tongue lapping the length before his lips close around the head, licking and sucking until Steve’s clutching at him, bucking and coming with a low groan.
Steve watches from under hooded eyes as Riley swallows convulsively, lapping every drop of come until it’s just too much, too sensitive and he has to pull back; sated look on his face as his fingers run over Riley’s lips, wiping them clean.
Riley grins again, his eyes dilated and lustful as he grabs Steve’s wrist and pulls his hand to his mouth, tongue swiping over his fingers, licking the come from them. “You taste so fucking good,” Riley tells him, voice husky and low.
A tremor runs through Steve and his cock twitches. He moans and lunges forward, pushing Riley backwards, pressing him awkwardly against the wall, legs splayed, as he kisses him, all but devouring his mouth.
Riley whimpers, his head falling back against the wall, his eyes closed and his adams apple bobbing as Steve kisses, licks, bites and nuzzles his throat, marking him before continuing to kiss him hard, tongue and teeth dominating.
Steve’s hand curls tightly around Riley’s cock and he jerks him off roughly, one hand on his hip pressing him back against the wall. Riley whimpers into the kiss, his hands clutching desperately at Steve but there’s nothing he can do but come, body trembling under Steve.
He slumps back down, breathing heavily and pulls Steve with him, on top of him, arms twining around him, tongue parting his lips, kissing him as he shudders from the aftershocks.
“Now that’s a good way to start the day,” Steve chuckles when they pull apart.
“It’ll get better.” Riley sighs and pushes Steve back slightly. He struggles to his feet, grabs Steve’s hand and pulls him to his feet. “But right now, I gotta shower. I gotta be at the studio by 10, and I’m gonna be late,” he apologises then kisses Steve again before pushing him out of the shower. “Later,” he promises with a wink.
~El Fin~